Transmigrating into the only holy female in the interstellar world, the orcs who have no descendants

Smodor carefully checked Kyle's condition, and looked over the tortoise shell in his hand several times before he breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

"It's okay, it's okay, Marshal Kyle just fainted temporarily." He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in a relaxed tone, as if to say that the weather was nice today.

Luo Xi's heart finally settled down. Her tense nerves relaxed a little, and her clenched fists gradually loosened, her palms wet with sweat.

After Kyle was put back in his room, Xuanqi came in carrying Caesar. The little guy was unusually quiet today. He didn't flutter his wings like usual, asking for a hug. He just snuggled up in Xuanqi's arms, his big black eyes staring at Kyle on the bed without blinking, as if he knew his father was injured. He was so sensible that it was heartbreaking.

At dinner time, Xuanqi came to bring Luo Xi food. He looked at Luo Xi's haggard appearance and felt very distressed, but he didn't know what to say. He quietly placed the food on the table and turned away without saying a word to disturb her.

Rosie looked at the food on the table, but she had no appetite at all. She sat on the bed, watching Kyle intently, staring at him without blinking, as if she wanted to carve him into her heart.

As the night deepened, little Caesar could no longer bear the thought and fell into a deep sleep. Xuanqi reappeared, gently picking up Caesar and carrying him away, his movements as gentle as if he were protecting a fragile treasure.

Kyle had a very long dream. In it, he returned to his childhood. His mother always said he was like an emotionless robot, only able to follow orders, with no understanding of joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness. He thought he would always be like this, until... he met her.

The girl who was panic-stricken in the aircraft but was breathtakingly beautiful.

Kyle's eyes snapped open and met Rosie's gaze.

Her eyes were as red and swollen as peaches, and tears were still falling like beads that had broken off the string.

"Kyle..." Rosie's voice was hoarse and full of crying.

Kyle's heart felt like it was hit hard by something, and the pain was so severe that he almost suffocated. He wanted to raise his hand to wipe away Rosie's tears, but found that he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand.

"Sissi..." Kyle's voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible. He tried hard to pull the corners of his mouth, wanting to give Rosie a comforting smile, but found that he didn't even have the strength to smile.

Rosie watched Kyle wake up and could no longer control her emotions. She threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly, as if she wanted to rub him into her body.

"You finally woke up... You scared me to death..." Rosie's voice was choked with sobs, and her tears soaked Kyle's clothes.

Kyle felt Rosie's trembling and felt extremely distressed. He wanted to say something, but found that his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't make any sound.

Rosie raised her head and looked at Kyle's pale face, feeling extremely distressed. She held Kyle's face in her hands, tears falling on his face like beads from a broken string.

Their eyes met in the air.

No words, no actions, only eye contact, but it is better than a thousand words.

Luo Xi's lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.

Kyle looked into Rosie's eyes, which showed worry, heartache, and...love.

He suddenly felt that everything he had done before was worth it.

He slowly lowered his head and kissed Rosie's lips.

It was a gentle kiss, without lust or impulse, only endless attachment and heartache.

It's like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, creating ripples.

It's like sunshine falling on the snow, melting the ice and snow.

Time seems to stand still at this moment.

In the whole world, there were only the two of them, snuggling up to each other and keeping each other warm.

……

The next day, sunlight filtered through the sparse branches and leaves, casting dappled light and shadows across Laing's cabin. Kyle's tall figure appeared at the door, like a silent mountain, blocking most of the light.

"It's you." Kyle's voice was low, without any doubt, only certainty. His amber eyes looked at Ryan quietly, as if he were looking at a transparent person.

Without looking up, Laing's slender fingers gently stroked a emerald green leaf, as if it were a precious treasure. The leaf, radiant green and emitting a rich breath of life, formed a sharp contrast with his pale face.

"Why help me?" Kyle spoke again, his voice still low, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

Rhine's fingers paused for a moment, and he slowly raised his head to look at Kyle. His long, seaweed-blue hair drooped limply over his shoulders, making his face look even paler, like a dying flower.

"I don't want to see her sad." Ryan's voice was very light and soft, like a feather, gently falling on Kyle's heart.

Kyle fell silent. He looked at Ryan quietly, as if he was thinking about something.

"I don't object to Xixi finding a partner." Kyle spoke slowly, his voice low and powerful, like an oath, "But you can't."

He paused, then added, "You're too weak and will only be a burden to her."

Lain smiled bitterly, his smile containing a hint of self-mockery, a hint of helplessness, and a hint of... relief.

"I know." He said softly, his voice like a dandelion blown by the wind. "I don't expect it. A useless person like me can just wait for death in peace."

Kyle looked at him, a complex emotion flashing in his amber eyes.

"I owe you a favor." Kyle's voice was deep and powerful. "I'll pay you back."

Laing didn't care. He slowly closed his eyes, his long eyelashes casting a shadow beneath his eyelids, hiding the loss and pain in his eyes. He seemed to have lost all interest in the world, wanting only to immerse himself in his own world, quietly waiting for death to come.

His indifferent look made Kyle at a loss for how to respond for a moment.

The atmosphere was a little stagnant for a while.

After a while, Kyle spoke again, his voice low and with a hint of subtle inquiry: "You...don't you want anything?"

Laing slowly opened his eyes and looked out the window, his gaze empty, as if unfocused. Outside, the sun was shining brightly, birds were singing, and flowers were blooming, a scene brimming with life.

"Wanting..." He muttered to himself, his voice so soft that it seemed like he was talking to himself, "What's the point?"

He spoke incoherently, but Kyle understood.

He wanted Rosie.

However, he can't.

He was too weak, so weak that he didn't even have the qualifications to stand by her side.

An inexplicable emotion surged in Kyle's heart, like sympathy, and also like... pity.

"If..." Kyle's voice suddenly became a little hoarse, "I mean, if you have the ability to stand by her side, what would you do?"

Lain's body trembled slightly. He turned his head sharply and looked at Kyle, a flicker of shock in his eyes, a hint of... desire?

But that desire soon disappeared, and was replaced by endless bitterness.

"That day won't come." He said softly, his voice low and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat.